Living with the Styles.

Chapter 25

I sat on my bed, letting the tears roll down my cheeks.

ZAYN’S POV:

I walked out of the room and sighed unevenly as I went downstairs. I could hear laughing and talking. I peered down to see all the boys huddled around Liam, holding Louis phone. I walked into the living room and all the guys eyes turned on me. Harry looked as pissed as ever. I smiled and sat down on the un-occupied sofa. Liam was sat on a big poofy cushion on the floor surrounded by all the boys, except from Louis. The boys were still staring at me, blankness expressions, beside from Harry, who was giving me death glares.

‘What?’ I asked, impatiently. It was silent for a few moments before Liam decided to perk up.

‘Is Piper alright?’ He asked. I nodded slowly, thinking about what happened. I sighed heavily, without realising.

‘What’s wrong mate?’ Louis asked, patting my back. I shook my head.

‘Nothing mate, just tired.’ I smiled weakly.

‘Are you sure Zayn? You look pretty damn upset.’ The Irish one asked.

‘Yea Niall, I’m sure. I think I’m going to go home and get some sleep. Bye boys, see you Monday.’  I got up from the sofa and dragged my feet to the door. I turned to Harry and he was still angry, I sighed and carried on for the front door.

I walked along the path, my hands pushed into my pockets. I kicked as stone along the pavement as I slumped over my shoulders. I felt a few drops of water running down my face. I looked up at the sky, to see big, grey clouds over take the beautiful, evening spring sky. I sighed as the rain poured down heavier and I pulled up my material hood over my head. I carried on walking along and was staring at my feet, instead of where I was going. I was walking for another five minutes until I fell straight to the floor, by bumping into someone.

‘Dude, watch where you’re going!’ I shouted, still not looking up.

‘Sorry.’ A very feminine but shy voice replied back. I looked straight up to see the most beautiful, chocolate brown eyes.  

She was beautiful.

‘Umm…S-sorry, for shouting at you. I didn’t see you.’ I stuttered, feeling like an idiot.

‘It’s fine. My name is Olivia, by the way.’ She held out her petite hand for me to shake.

‘Zayn, Zayn Malik.’ I smiled taking her hand. She smiled back, biting her bright pink lips, making me melt inside.

‘Nice to meet you Zayn. Can I, Urmm, have your number?’ She asked scratching her beautiful, long blonde hair.

‘Yes.’ I said a bit too willingly.

‘Okay.’ She smiled a toothy smile, whilst getting her phone out of her pocket. We exchanged numbers and she looked deep into my eyes for a moment. ‘Well, I have to go! It was nice meeting you, call me sometime.’ She held out her petite arms and pulled me into a soft, welcoming hug. I wrapped my arms around her thin, yet curvy waist. I held her there for what seemed like forever until she really had to go. She started to leave and I watched her. As soon as she turned the corner she looked back and waved. I raised a hand and smiled widely. I saw her pale cheeks go crimson as she turned the corner. I turned and head off home again. Thankfully, it had stop raining during the time I was distracted but the rain was deflating my perfect black quiff, I don’t care.

HARRY’S POV:

What were Zayn and Piper doing in her room?

Why do I care?